Chapter 2: The old pajamas smell so strong, they must be worn every day...
Qi Yu sat down on the edge of the bed with a glass in hand, scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup and held it in the air to cool, saying casually, "It's not a big deal."
It’s not the first time anyway.
Feng Ji used a little strength to lean up on his legs and sat up straighter to make it easier for Qi Yu to feed him soup.
My legs are strong, but my hands are weak.
Does this alcohol numb the body from the head down? Is it just the hands that are numb now?
This is Qi Yu's guess.
He later tried to improve his drinking capacity, but he would pass out not long after each drink and could not remember any details.
When Qi Yu found that not only could he not improve his alcohol tolerance, but drinking would also affect his work the next day, he didn't touch alcohol for a long time.
If possible, Qi Yu still hopes that he can improve his drinking capacity. Not to mention drinking the whole place, at least he won’t have to let the boss fight alone every time.
These were all the chaotic thoughts in his mind while he was waiting for the soup to cool down. After he finished thinking about it, the soup in the spoon was almost warm. Qi Yu lowered his eyes and carefully and swiftly fed it to Feng Ji's mouth.
The water boiled with apples and jelly oranges has a strong sour taste, but the spoonful of honey added after boiling neutralizes the sourness. The finished product tastes moderately sweet and sour, and is not difficult to drink.
Feng Ji opened his mouth and swallowed the spoonful of soup.
The two of them were very close to each other, and he didn't dare to look at Qi Yu's face without restraint. However, when he looked down, he could just see the dazzling white hand that was lightly holding the spoon.
Before he could watch for long, the next second, the hand raised a spoonful of sobering soup and pounded it towards him.
Qi Yu was a very efficient worker at the company, and feeding the boss soup was part of his job. He emptied the bowl spoonful after spoonful, and soon the entire cup was empty. Feng Ji didn't even have the chance to talk to him midway. As soon as he opened his mouth, the next spoonful was already in his mouth.
He had a slight toothache from the beating.
After drinking a whole bowl of sobering soup, Feng Ji didn't even find a chance to chat with Qi Yu.
After feeding Feng Jiyang the soup, Qi Yu left the room to wash the cup. Feng Jiyang lay on the bed waiting for him. As he waited, he felt his bladder starting to feel a little urgent.
I drank so much wine last night and now I've downed a big cup of sobering soup. It would be a lie to say I don't feel bloated.
The urge to urinate comes so strongly.
When Qi Yu came back, Feng Ji was leaning against the head of the bed, stretching his legs to look for his slippers.
Qi Yu was afraid that he would fall, so he hurried over to help him.
"Boss Feng, where are you going?"
Feng Ji looked towards the toilet.
After receiving the order, Qi Yu's body pressed forward again. He hugged Feng Ji's arm tightly and helped him to the bathroom door.
Feng Ji waited for a long time but Qi Yu didn't leave.
The man turned his head and saw Qi Yu staring at his hands, which were too weak to hold the cup just now, with a thoughtful look.
Feng Ji: “…”
Feng Ji: "Pray for an encounter."
Qi Yu looked at him.
Feng Ji: "You can let me go now."
Qi Yu was silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. He hesitated and said, "Boss Feng, do you have any strength in your hands? Do you need me to help you..."
Feng Ji's forehead veins jumped, and before he could finish the next few words, he immediately interrupted him, "I have strength! I just drank the hangover soup, and now I have strength."
After hearing this, Qi Yu seemed to be relieved. He loosened his arms around Feng Ji and took a step back. "Okay, Mr. Feng. Don't lock the door. Call me if you need anything."
Then, he watched Feng Ji close the door and go into the toilet.
Feng Ji stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Based on his understanding of Qi Yu, if he insisted that he had no strength, Qi Yu would be embarrassed for a while, but he would probably still come in to help him.
Although Feng Ji really wanted Qi Yu to touch him, even if he wanted to, it shouldn't be in this kind of relationship.
Qi Yu waited at the door for a while before Feng Ji opened the door and came out. He helped Feng Ji back to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then stood up.
"Boss Feng, you've been drinking. You should wait until tomorrow morning to take a shower after you sober up. I'm going home now. If you need anything, call me and I'll be right back."
The warm glow of the bedside lamp shone on his palm-sized face. His straight nose blocked the spread of light, casting a deep shadow on his right cheek.
The young man leaned over, bent his index finger, placed his knuckle lightly on the switch and pressed it with some force. The room was plunged into darkness in the next moment.
Feng Ji could no longer see his face, and could only hear the rhythmic tapping of Qi Yu's slippers on the floor as he turned and left.
The master bedroom door was gently closed, and the lock fell back into the keyhole with a slight sound, completely blocking out the light in the hall.
In the darkness, Feng Ji stared at the direction of the door until he heard the sound of the door closing completely. Then he slowly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and took out a snow-white shirt from the depths of the closet.
Qi Yu was a good subordinate with a good sense of propriety and never touched his wardrobe, so he never found out.
He brought the shirt back to the bed, and with a push of his hands, the fabric of the shirt spread flat in front of his nose.
Feng Ji buried his face deeply in it and sniffed intoxicatedly.
It's just that this shirt has been away from its original owner for too long, and the smell on it is now almost imperceptible.
Feng Ji clutched his shirt tightly and buried his face even deeper.
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After leaving Feng Ji's house, Qi Yu got into the elevator and went directly to the 12th floor.
The environment of Yulongwan Community is comfortable and quiet, and most importantly, it is close to the company. It is the property where Feng Ji lives most often in Beijing.
Qi Yu moved in here last year, and he and Feng Ji live on the same floor. He didn't buy the house himself, but gave it to him by Feng Ji as a year-end bonus.
The housing prices in Yulong Bay are shockingly high. Based on Qi Yu's annual salary, he would have to save for another seven or eight years without eating or drinking to be able to afford a house.
When Feng Ji gave him the house, he told him that if they lived together, Qi Yu would be more convenient to call upon at any time, whether for life or work. It would only take him a few steps downstairs.
This reason convinced Qi Yu, and he accepted it without any psychological burden.
After all, the fact is that Feng Ji has too much money to spend. If there is no bank statement notification, Feng Ji may not even notice that the money for buying this house has been deducted from his card.
The house was large, making it quite luxurious for Qi Yu to live alone. He converted the extra rooms into a home theater and guest bedrooms, so if friends came to stay overnight, they would have somewhere to sleep.
Generally, after attending a dinner party the day before, Feng Ji would not go to the company the next morning. He would not let Qi Yu go either, so Qi Yu could get up later than usual the next morning.
He yawned, walked to the balcony, and took out the clothes he had forgotten to take out last night from the dryer.
This is a new set of ice silk short-sleeved pajamas, which I just bought the day before yesterday.
Qi Yu has always taken good care of his clothes. He has been wearing his old pajamas since college. However, he was very frugal with his money back then, and the fabric of the pajamas he bought was average. After so many years, they have faded due to washing, and it is time for them to be thrown away.
He folded the old pajamas, stuffed them into a transparent plastic bag, and placed it at the door.
The pajamas were old, but other than being faded, everything was fine. Because of a childhood habit, even though his quality of life had improved, he still held onto the idea of reusing and recycling old things, and didn't consider throwing them away. He remembered there was a used clothes recycling bin at the intersection of Meixin Street, so he could drop his clothes in when he passed by after work.
Wearing new pajamas, Qi Yu went into the bathroom and lay down on the bed as soon as he finished his shower. After replying to work messages one by one, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Attending a dinner party is more tiring than working overtime for two consecutive days. Everyone is full of tricks and schemes, more than a hornet's nest. He had been dealing with all the dishes all night and hadn't eaten many bites. Now he was so tired that he just wanted to have a good sleep.
The room was filled with calming and sleep-inducing incense, and the light and simple scent of snow sandalwood drifted faintly in every corner.
Smelling the fragrance, Qi Yu closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after.
As the saying goes, "What you think about during the day you dream about at night." In his dream, Qi Yu's drinking capacity improved dramatically, and he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Then he went to a drinking party with Feng Ji. He spoke eloquently and accurately, and got everyone at the table drunk. The cooperative company signed the contract with Feng while crying. Feng Ji was so happy that he waved his hand and gave him a car.
Qi Yu was holding flowers and standing in front of the Maybach S680 to take a photo with the car. The salesperson raised his phone and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, on getting your car," while pointing the camera at him.
“Ding ding ding ding ding ding——!!!”
The alarm clock kept croaking like a soul-calling ghost. Qi Yu pinched his nose and sat up. After turning off the alarm clock, he slowly got up from the bed.
Almost mentioned the car...
After struggling on the bed for a while, Qi Yu lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
In fact, he didn't get enough sleep, but the most difficult thing for working people to have is enough sleep.
During the period when I had the heaviest workload, in order to keep myself alert, the bitter and bubbly iced American coffee tasted like water after drinking it. If I was still very sleepy, I would apply medicated oil under my eyes. It made me cry, but after the tears came, I felt alert.
A splash of cold water washed off any sleepiness he felt. He threw the damp face towel into the trash can, and the first thing Qiyu did when he came out was to search the bedside table for his glasses.
He was extremely poor when he was a child. His parents died early, leaving him only an old and shabby house of less than 30 square meters. Qi Yu either had to eat one meal a day or rely on the food given by relatives and neighbors to survive.
Although the community applied for a subsidy for him, the amount was not much. Qi could not afford cram school, so he used most of the subsidy to buy exercises to do at home. He would work until late at night and did not dare to turn on the main lights for fear that he would not have enough money to pay the electricity bill. He just did one set of exercises after another in the dim light.
Over time, your eyes will be damaged.
His degree of orthophthalmia is around 300 to 400 degrees, and it has basically been fixed since he became an adult. Fortunately, he has no astigmatism and his degree of orthophthalmia increases slowly.
But with this degree of prescription, when he takes off his glasses, he can't tell the difference between men and women from a few dozen meters away, and he can't tell the difference between people and animals from a hundred meters away. Glasses are an indispensable tool in Qi Yu's life.
Sometimes when he takes off his glasses, Qi Yu even feels that his hearing has deteriorated.
After putting on the glasses, the mosaic in front of my eyes suddenly became clear.
I didn't eat much last night, so my stomach is empty now. Qi Yu went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of wontons for myself. After eating, I remembered that there was a boss downstairs who I didn't know whether he had gotten up or not.
After bringing the bowl to the sink, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Feng Ji.
Two minutes later, Feng Ji, neatly dressed, rang his doorbell.
Qi Yu opened the door and greeted the man at the door, "Mr. Feng, good morning."
"Good morning." Feng Ji's eyes have been fixed on Qi Yu since he entered the room.
The ice silk fabric was close fitting, outlining Qi Yu's slender and tall figure. The neckline of the pajamas was a bit low, and his collarbone was straight and clearly visible. Further down, there were two straight and slender legs. Qi Yu was not wearing socks, and Feng Ji could even see his ankles, white as jade.
Special Assistant Qi usually dressed meticulously, and Feng Ji rarely saw him in such a homely manner. His whole body exuded a soft and beautiful aura.
It was worth drinking so much yesterday.
"Mr. Feng, slippers."
Feng Ji looked at him, "New pajamas?"
Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, a trace of regret flashed across his face, "Sorry, Mr. Feng, I forgot to change clothes."
Feng Ji: "This is your home, you can wear whatever you want, no need to apologize."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to put on his slippers. When he lowered his head, he saw a white plastic bag by the door.
Qi Yu had already turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
"Please wait in the living room. The wontons will be ready soon."
Feng Ji responded and waited for a while. Then he squatted down and quietly untied the plastic bag, revealing a set of neatly folded old pajamas inside.
Suddenly, the man's breathing became heavier.
The sound of boiling water came from the kitchen. He bent his back a little more, and rolled the soft fabric with two fingers, lifting it gently.
When it brushed past his nose, the familiar fragrance made his blood boil, and Feng Ji's body instantly became hot.
The scent is so rich, I should wear it every day.
If it wasn't in the wrong place, he probably wouldn't have been able to help but bury his face in it.
Reluctantly, he stuffed a corner of his pajamas back into the plastic bag, looked back at the kitchen, picked up the bag and slowly stood up.
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When Qi Yu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of freshly cooked seaweed wontons, Feng Ji was sitting upright on the sofa, his notebook flat on his lap, typing away with his right hand, as if he was replying to a work email.
Qi Yu called out to him, "Boss Feng."
Feng Ji looked up when he heard the voice.
"It's time for breakfast."
After closing the Word document full of garbled characters, Feng Ji shut his computer and walked towards the dining table.
While Feng Ji was having breakfast, Qi Yu went back to his room to change his clothes. When he came out, most of the bowl of wontons had been eaten.
Feng Group has quite good employee benefits. There are special Chinese and Western restaurants that provide three meals a day for employees, and they have all kinds of dishes and snacks they want. Usually, the two of them are busy with work, so they basically eat in the company cafeteria.
Feng Ji's family has a regular aunt who comes to cook for them. Qi Yu rarely cooks for himself, so he has stocked up on a lot of instant foods like dumplings and wontons at home. Just boil the water and add them in. The steps are very simple.
As for whether it tastes good or not, that depends on whether the brand you buy is good or not.
Fortunately, Mr. Feng is not picky about food, and he can enjoy fresh wontons even if they are not handmade.
It’s just that Qi Yu always felt that Feng Ji’s back was somewhat tense and inexplicable…
Are your clothes too tight?
Qi Yu thought carelessly as he went to the water bar to get some water. The main entrance faced the water bar. He drank some water and stared blankly ahead. As he looked, he noticed something was missing from the doorway.
Where are his pajamas?
You were at the door just now, how come you disappeared when you only had time to change clothes?
The bag containing the pajamas was placed at the door. There were only him and Feng Ji in the whole house. When the things were thrown, Qi Yu's first reaction was to look towards the dining table.
"Boss Feng, did you see the plastic bag I left at the door?"
Feng Ji paused in eating the wontons, turned his head, and their eyes met in mid-air.
His expression was natural. "As for that bag of trash, I threw it into the trash can at the back door for you."
Qi Yu turned and went to the back door.
The gray trash can in front of the elevator was empty, without even a plastic bag.
Feng Ji, who had followed him, also stood behind him at this time. His eyes passed over the fluffy hair and fell on the trash can, and he made a conclusion in a calm voice.
"It's gone. Looks like it was just taken away by the cleaning staff. Is there something important inside?"
"No." Qi Yu closed the back door.
"Just an old set of pajamas."
Qi Yu turned around while speaking.
"No one would steal an old set of pajamas, would they?"
A casual remark floated by lightly, and Feng Ji straightened his back.
The author has something to say:
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Stealing secretly, you have stolen all the blessings (pointing and pointing)
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